Where is my loving mother? She is in New Orleans with her friend Where is my fairy godmother? In the mountains with the wind Where is my Mary poppins? In New York seeing shows. Where is my Glinda witch? In the desert and the snow. Where is my artist-teacher? Painting landscapes filled with pine. Where…
you chose the possibility of something new ending our joy for what could be. you chose something that was unknown to replace me. you chose something else when you knew what you had. you chose something new instead of something old, you chose someone young instead of someone old, you chose the delight of discovery…
Another significant other to find someone new. another significant other to bring her was fatal you knew. another significant other someone other than who you knew. another significant other to supplement what was lost. another significant other became your anchor at a cost. Another significant other made me feel insignificant
He went to the woods to live deepand suck out all the marrow of life. In the Poconos, the bone marrowis served in a white coatby a smiling manwho asks if I’d like the Sancerre again. In my 5/6, sleeps 16, not including couches, 4,000 square foot borrowed homewith stand up paddle boardsand the fireplace…
My God,Why do you forsake me? Why do I not feel your presence in my life? I used to look on the lake and feel the peace like a river in my soul. And now all I see is the depth of the water. It’s higher than it usually is this year. I hear the birds sing and wonder…
When I imagine youAlone in the infiniteWith no one else to hold youOr your basketWanting ScotchTo silence the voices in your headOr find a voice to talk to insteadOf being alone. When I imagine youAnd all your painAnd the suffering in your soulincompletionfailurecorruptiondepravityjudgmentcriticismThe suffering you feelIn that moment… When I imagine you,I feel it too.And…
What makes this the endMore than any time before?The bitterness I felt for youResentment and much more? Contempt for all your lies, disguisedAs half-truths, tales and bendsThe way you’ve twisted all my words Does not make this the end. It’s not the way you looked at meWhen you turned and said goodbyeOr the fire in my…
As the ice melts around my heartThe footprints of last night remainOffering memories of all that came beforeAnd into time retained. As the ice melts on the lakeThe water starts to moveAnd takes the warmth from the sunTo build a current that soothesThe torrent in my soulA place for time and space explainsThe confluence of…
The fission of my soulCreates energy to destroy Or power the world around me. Its awesome power is created in one simple small nucleus. That builds a bomb to flatten everything I’ve builtOr power and sustain it all forever. But more likely, it’s a dud. That just collapses on itselfAnd leaves the elements hollow and withdrawn From everything.
The totem stands against the wall, Just askew as the night before. Reminding us of all we knewWhen it crossed the threshold door. Should you seek to find the meaning thereYou’ll never know, I’ll never tell. For to repeat what’s held insideWould open Dante’s eternal well. The totem stands against the wall. It looks at me, stares full of…
